Vongola Primo Novels & Stories

He said, dismissing the lady beside him. "You forget who he really is then. You've been in these business for a long time, Mr Bellari. Do you think we would stay home because a building was brought down?" I raised a brow. "No, definitely not. After all, these is the best place to search for the criminal who did that." He nodded. "I see you invited all of Italy's most important personnel." L'angelo said. "No no, not at all. Saying it like that might make me seem as someone of great importance. I conduct business, yes. But no one comes close to the formidable Mr L'angelo Morte."

The other four companies are illegal companies trading in illegal goods and services. Vittorio Russo is the CEO and Capo of Vittorio's CyberTech Solutions, which is a façade for the Rinaldi family's cybercrime activities. Giovanni "Gio" Romano, is the face of the Rinaldi family's legitimate enterprise, Romano Pharmaceuticals, which in turn they use as a front to sell illegal drugs. Isabella "Bella" Marino is the CEO and Capo of the escort service, which is used as the best cover for their blackmail operations.

The thing was charred, but I recognized it immediately. A Capone family crest. Burned and twisted, slashed through the middle. “Your days are numbered.” Dante came up beside me, eyes narrowing. “That’s Remo’s handwriting.” Remo Lombardi. Rino’s son. The little bastard wanted to provoke me. He didn’t just spit on my name. He put a match to it. I turned to Silvio, “Get eyes on every Lombardi shipment within city limits. Dismantle their routes. Shake down their dealers. And I want every rat they’ve got on payroll bleeding by sunrise.”

LORENZO “...we’re rebuilding the whole master system. It’ll take me a while, but one thing’s clear. The same person who got that idiot Alpha Luca out is the one who was helping him, and the one who hacked the car and Victoria’s phone.” I listened while Leo walked us through Nino’s report. Everyone had gotten there right away. The villa was under guard, bodyguards spread through the woods. I couldn’t have felt safer even in the capital. “So the short version is somebody outsmarted you, and now I have to spend millions all over again on a brand-new system,” I told Nino harshly.

“Capo Giovanna is in charge of the underground fight rings and Capo Vitale..” “Is in charge of housekeeping.” I completed his sentence.” I had met Vitale once, shortly after my wedding. He was a huge man with a deep scar that ran across his face, very close to his right eye. He is Alessandro's most brutal enforcer and an old school guy. His loyalty to Alessandro was unquestionable. What I didn't understand was why the generals of arms deals, illegal gambling and foot soldiers respectively all had to meet with Alessandro today. Could something be up? Or am I thinking too much?

I’d found out everything I needed to know within just a matter of a few minutes. She didn’t just have anybody’s help. She had the help of Adrian Romano. That sly motherfucker… That shady motherfucker. The Capo of the Italian fucking Mafia.

They pour into the room, guns raised, faces tense, until they see the body on the floor. Murmurs ripple through them. “Don Romano is…” “He’s dead,” Riccardo completes it. Confusion, panic and fear fills the guards. Then Vincenzo steps forward. Tall. Calm. Deadly. “Lower your weapons,” he commands. Some hesitate. Riccardo raises his gun slightly. “I wouldn’t disobey if I were you,” he warns. Silence. “Lorenzo Romano is dead,” Vincenzo announces calmly. “I am Vincenzo Romano, the first son of the Romano family. From this moment forward, I am the head of this family, and the new Mafia Lord.”

Vincento Barone. He was a contact Nikolai had used before—a guy with no heart and only cared about money. He ran a nightclub in Palermo, but really, he was all about gathering dirt. The more scandalous, the better. He was dressed like always—black shirt, flashy gold chains, and that creepy smile like he knew more than he should. “Well, well,” he said, lighting up a cigarette. “The princess of shadows is back.” “I’m not in the mood for games, Vincento.”

Violet began her subtle campaign, utilizing brief, carefully orchestrated encounters with other members of the Romano household. Her movements were precise, her words meticulously chosen, each interaction a delicate dance on the precipice of exposure. She relied on the ingrained habits of the household, the subtle moments of perceived privacy, the fleeting exchanges in dimly lit corridors or during the rigidly supervised meals. Her targets were the elder capos, the weathered, old-guard lieutenants who had served Don Romano for decades, their loyalty forged in the crucible of countless battles, their faces etched with the profound wisdom of a bygone era.